Thursday, October 13, 2011
Posted by Unknown on 6:33 AM with No comments
Why did the pan drop?
You don't know?
I'd butter not tell you.
It's her grandchildren who call her Ga.
And I suppose I called her mother Ga.
But I only dimly remember that grandmother, my mother's mother.
An old lady, quietly dressed in black.
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